On the dark dusk of discovery On the cusp of fort thuggery On the edge feeling brotherly Lovingly – ungrudgingly Forging ahead its bugging me It’s so hard to explain my brand I’m more than a fan of this kind of life this kind of… Read More
Money is their soul’s religion I need some cream I need some green Those dollar dreams by any means but they are slaves digging graves and we are only free if collectively all our eyes can see.
We say ashes to ashes, dust to dust peace to all the souls whom I can no longer touch everything is all good and everything is all right. I got my home team, my home base we allow all my brothers and all my sisters… Read More
NEW LEAVES ON THE OLD TREES d.i.s.c.r.e.e.t. 